If I asked you
would you let me
affix you to chains?
And if I pleaded
would you take my heaviness
overboard with you?
Would you be the anchor
that ties the vessel
to the ocean bed?
The voice that
quietly lays down the word:
"sleep,"
to my ears?
When the gray sea of life
lurches to and fro
with its infinite unrest
with every droplet quivering here,
and despite my years abroad
I still cant decipher
all of its erratic movements
Oh, Al-Mateen,
Will you hold me still?
Because I think I like it motionless
Sep 3, 2010
Sep 3, 2010 at 8:40 PM UTC
If I asked you
would you let me
affix you to chains?
And if I pleaded
would you take my heaviness
overboard with you?
Would you be the anchor
that ties the vessel
to the ocean bed?
The voice that
quietly lays down the word:
"sleep,"
to my ears?
When the gray sea of life
lurches to and fro
with its infinite unrest
with every droplet quivering here,
and despite my years abroad
I still cant decipher
all of its erratic movements
Oh, Al-Mateen,
Will you hold me still?
Because I think I like it motionless
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Al-Mateen - The Firm. He who is very steadfast.